Isabel rummaged through the kitchen and came up with something that sort of resembled dinner, then she grabbed the remote and turned the TV to Iron Chef America. Bobby Flay, wild boar, and grilled watermelon? It looked interesting.
"Aw. It's not really a food competition until the saws and drills get put into play. What poor animal are they killing today?" Marco paused. "Did I just say that?"
"Watermelon doesn't belong on the grill. Boar does. But where do you get boar in a day to day experience?" The fact that Marco was seriously considering this was a little scary to him.
"I don't think you do," she replied. "At least not in the restaurants I've been in. Maybe I need to eat in more upscale places." Which might be a bit difficult in Fandom.
"I don't know. I haven't checked out People for all the latest trends. It could be for all we know," Isabel shrugged. "But I think I'll stick with pizza."
"Summer's ending, I'm still here, and I got whammied by that insane bitch that's currently calling herself principal," Isabel shrugged. "Nothing to exciting. Who's not insane?"
"I had to go home for a bit, family stuff. I wasn't sure I was going to come back," she explained. "But here I am. And Umbridge is insane. If she calls you to her office? Don't go."
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